- I'm gettin' somethin' on the sonar!|- What is it?
Strong reading from|underneath the cap rock, sir!
Sounds like, uh...
Let's go skating!
Take us to Elfcon three.
These guys aren't stopping.
We have a partridge|in a pear tree.
- Look alive, everybody!|- OK, we're at Elfcon one.
- I lost it!|- What do you mean, you lost it?
Sir, you're gonna|want to hear this.
Find out where|that music's coming from.
Santa, I've got her|on the locator.
- What now?|- It's just gone.
In the middle of the chorus!
We're at Elfcon four.|All clear.
Curtis, what do you say we get|you headphones this Christmas?
It's all right, everybody.|Let's get back to work.
Curtis, you're 900 years old.|Grow up!
You know I didn't break|any of the rules -
according to The Santa Handbook.
The handbook! Curtis, do you|go pee-pee with that thing?
- It's OK.|- Let's go!
Is he all right?
Is that Blitzen?|Looks like Prancer.
- Who is that?|- It was Chet.
- A reindeer in training.|- Oh.
Wow! Nice fall.
Curtis, when are you|gonna tell him?
It's so cold up here.|How can you not be freezing?
You have not seen cold till you|see where my dad lives. It's...
Don't be embarrassed.|My parents are divorced.
- No big deal.|- I'm not embarrassed.
- Why don't you talk about your dad?|- He doesn't like me to.
- It's complicated.|- Is he a spy?
He works with toys and these...
Iittle people. Kids.
Can we just do|what we came here to do?
Charlie, this is|really dangerous.
Well, you know, Danielle, I may|not come out of this alive.
So, in case we don't|see each other again...
Are you OK?
- Almost done.|- OK. I'm not leaving.
Hello, Principal Newman.
OK, try it now.
OK, all right.|Here's what we need.
Get one more bolt on that flange|and it's ready for Christmas.
Good work, guys. Whew!
Perfect job on suspension,|you guys.
Thinkin' outside the box.|I love it.
- Do you want a cookie, Santa?|- Do I want a cookie?
Yes! What's fresh?
Sweet, just like you.
Alexander, let's think.
Take the hat off.
Too much counterweight.
Thanks, Santa. You're the man.
That's why they give me the big|belly, so I don't fall over!
Hey, Joey! How's that|static-free-tinsel coming?
Or... we go outside|and play some football.
Curtis, you need to|tell him right now!
And why do I have to be|the one to tell him?!
Because I'm the head elf.|I don't give bad news.
It's one of the perks|of my seniority.
Now, tell him!
Come on, pork chop. Bring it on.
Who you callin' pork chop,|meatloaf?
- But first, I'm gonna blitz.|- Ready, set!
Six geese a-laying!
Five golden rings!
Hey, who's got the ball?|I can see it. Let go of me.
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